I would much rather drink tea in the mornings,But, people seem to be disturbed by the request.They stand around wondering what to do,Trying to figure out how to honor my behest.This is America, not London, I am often toldBy friends who cannot find a single tea bag.I hurriedly tell them that I have my own... Continue Reading →
In elementary school, our teacher, Mrs. Geraldine Hawkins, introduced us to the poetry of Langston Hughes, James Weldon Johnson, and other black poets. The poems made us laugh, cry, reflect, and reminded us that we were identical to whites, all of us Americans. We were required to learn each poem line by line, reciting them... Continue Reading →
I feel vulnerable at times, Too scared to take risks. But your love, Lord, empowers me, So I walk on mountaintops. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox at Sammiscribbles: Vulnerable in exactly 21 words.
Image by Yozakura (1640-1716) Smiles that melt butter Turn heads desperate for love-- Future pain hidden. Written for this week's challenge from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeiulle for April 24, 2019: something different. We were given a haiku as inspiration that examined when something looks good but can be deadly or cause pain.
This is my first first poem in this challenge, so I hope it is alright to post it. Today's prompt was to write a poem about an animal. What a beauty to behold! Walking through the forest, trying to rush my husband along, I looked down and saw a turtle slowly making its way. It... Continue Reading →
A friction-packed rage. Actions taken with regrets. Learning to forgive. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Friction and Action.
Loving the pure tones, The trumpeter played with grace. The pitch touched my soul. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for April 15, 2019: tone and pitch.
New chance to succeed, Putting the past behind us. Dreams don't have to die. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: New Beginnings.
Eyes closed, soul serene, Taking in the tranquil scene, Birds singing in trees. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #248: serene and scene.
See all the pretty little letters, waiting to be formed into words. Those words can praise or criticize, according to how they are unfurled. The tormentor creates the words that cause pain and take away joy. But the one who seeks to encourage forms words that do not destroy. Words like "You are priceless" are... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 